10-06-2016, 12:25 AM
"If we are exchanging narratives of our origin, I suppose I shall proceed to tell you mine." Ascensions mechanical voice rang out in the small space between the primes, and a feel of them jumped at his sudden speech. The trails of Omnilium that flowed through his metal carapace threw a faint glow, and the reaper let out a low hum, akin to a human sighing.
"My kind are not any that any of you would have encountered, I believe. My logic is infallible, and I doubt that you could truly grasp at what my kind truly are. We don't have a name of our own, and through the ages of time, many species that inhabited the galaxy gave us a name. A name to their destruction." He began, his voice becoming smoother as he continued to talk. Scarecrow leaned forward in his makeshift seat, his horribly disfigured face doing little to hide the blatant curiosity that he had. The rest sat, with little emotion on their faces as he spoke.
"The most recent, and probably the most fitting, would be The Reapers. We are technological perfection, made of billions of genetic codes, harvested from various speicies very 50,000 years. We are the keepers of the universe. We keep order. The most advanced races must be eradicated so that younger species can have room to live. My kind have always existed. We have no beginning, and no end. The cycle continues. Harvest, then wait. Repeat. Thus I lived, since my creation." His white oculus shifted to look at the faces of the group, boring into their minds.
"That is what I am, how I came to be here, I do not know. My capabilities have been severely reduced upon my entry into this world." He made an angry noise, the sound of screeching metal filling the air, making a few of them wince.
"My kind are not any that any of you would have encountered, I believe. My logic is infallible, and I doubt that you could truly grasp at what my kind truly are. We don't have a name of our own, and through the ages of time, many species that inhabited the galaxy gave us a name. A name to their destruction." He began, his voice becoming smoother as he continued to talk. Scarecrow leaned forward in his makeshift seat, his horribly disfigured face doing little to hide the blatant curiosity that he had. The rest sat, with little emotion on their faces as he spoke.
"The most recent, and probably the most fitting, would be The Reapers. We are technological perfection, made of billions of genetic codes, harvested from various speicies very 50,000 years. We are the keepers of the universe. We keep order. The most advanced races must be eradicated so that younger species can have room to live. My kind have always existed. We have no beginning, and no end. The cycle continues. Harvest, then wait. Repeat. Thus I lived, since my creation." His white oculus shifted to look at the faces of the group, boring into their minds.
"That is what I am, how I came to be here, I do not know. My capabilities have been severely reduced upon my entry into this world." He made an angry noise, the sound of screeching metal filling the air, making a few of them wince.